The curse of beauty
Have you ever wanted anything so much you'd give anything you own? Even if you knew you couldn't have it? But you would none the less, just to get a glimpse, a peek at the object you desirer?
For every cat I've ever known I was that object. My whole life has always been the same. Every she-cat telling me how beautiful I was and how they wished on every star, to have my fur, eyes, ears, paws, tail. And every tom staring at me. Instantly falling in love like a spell. Always buying me gifts and proclaiming their love to me and how I was the most beautiful cat ever to walk this earth. At first I found it amusing to watch them all act like fools and the gifts were always nice. I loved being admired by all.
But because of my beauty I never truly open my heart to anyone. I found my beauty a curse. An unkind and cruel curse. You try living your whole life never trusting anyone because you never knew if they really loved you or your beauty.
The one time I truly loved someone and he loved me… for me and not my beauty. He died because of me! Warp up in a bubble of love he couldn't take his eye off me nor me with him. I guess if he had he would of heard the enemy approaching. This cruel curse set upon me bounding me to be lonely for ever.
My beauty made me bitter, bitter to the core. And do things I regret. You may think I'm mean and hateful because I'm rich, beautiful, and have the world twisted around my paw. But you are wrong. Dead wrong. I am nothing because I'm rich, beautiful, and have the world twisted around my paw.
My name you ask? The name on every cat's lips. Why my name is Griddlebone. Lady Griddlebone.
A/n: what did you think? Great? Terrible? If I have anything I can improve on tell me . Hoped you liked it. Sorry i know its real short